Ethan From Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

He couldn't think of anything at all. He got up and walked over to the table for a glass of water. But when he picked up the flask, it was completely empty. A knot began to form between his brows. Whenever he used to reach for his cup, the water inside had always been at just the perfect temperature. Then it hit him—I wasn't there anymore. Just as he was about to call for Bill, Katrina's cries echoed from downstairs. Ethan quickly materialized in Katrina's room. Inside was a mess, while she lay limp on the floor, her body covered in red rashes.

"I'm trying." Daniel looked behind them. "They're coming." Ava heard footsteps. Lots of them. "Adrian!" "I need another minute!" "We don't have a minute!" Ethan stepped forward. "Move." Adrian looked at him. "What?" Ethan placed his hand on the control panel. The screen immediately changed. DNA VERIFIED. The door opened. Everyone stared. Ava looked at him. "How did you do that?" Ethan smiled. "That's why I'm the real heir."

Welsh shook Kelab's hand and left Kelab's house. At Mr.Welsh's house, Ethan was waiting for his parents to return home from work, suddenly he heard a sound coming from the door he quickly rushed to the door thinking it was his parent, he walked close to the door and realized that the door was opened, then when he turned his head around he saw an average height man, with a mask on his face, afraid he runs back to his room and locked the door, the intruder chased him to his room but the door was locked. The intruder was angry, he banged on the door to break it but the door wouldn't bulge, he quickly left there, looking around the house, searching everywhere, even went to Ethan's parents room a

It’s Ethan. He is here.

"And your position has just been declared completely insolvent. You have no money left, you have no men left, and your time is up." Ethan backed away fast toward the main elevator bank, his face turning a sickly, pasty white as the big silver wolf stepped slowly over the broken wood and glass of the security desk. Her muzzle was dripping with dark, wet blood, and her paws left heavy red prints on the clean marble floor. The sound of her claws clicking against the stone was loud and steady. He reached into his grey jacket, his hand shaking violently as he pulled out a small, black plastic remote control with a single red button on the top. He was sweating now, the drops rolling down his templ

I needed to confront him once more, to keep the facade of yielding till my escape prepped. I slotted in, drew a deep, shaky pull, and approached the unit. Slid my opener, twisted the mechanism, and nudged the portal wide. The main area's glows shone. But not Marcus rising from the seat. It was Ethan. He stood tall, his aura swiftly devouring the air. Not in leader vibe. In something subtler, deadlier. His amber gaze raked me, absorbing my drain, my alarm, the reflex guard on my hurt arm. His look shadowed, a tempest brewing in the quiet.

"You must be Ethan Vale. Nice to meet you, I'm Elijah, Damien's Assistant." Ethan managed to shake his hand with the remaining strength he had. He then introduced those men as the housekeepers; Ethan was surprised that these huge men were housekeepers that looked more like bouncers. After that, Elijah instructed the driver to take him to a room upstairs for him to freshen up.

“Yeah,she's fine,she's planning on going over tonight…… Ethan walked out of his bedroom dressed in navy blue night wear. He walked to the door,as the ringing sound persisted. He looked through the screen, beside the door,a figure standing backing the camera, dressed in black hoodie. “Lisa” He thought,as he smiled walking to open the door. He opened the door,as a club landed on his head,he held his head stumbling backwards. “Lisa” He called again,the figure pushed him stepping inside. “Wrong name man” Scar felt alive as her bike cut through the street passing through cars.

“Sir, someone's here to see you.” “Who?” Connel questioned But before she could speak, a voice cut in from the shadows behind them. “Still collecting dead queens in your game, brother?” Watson turned, startled. Connel didn't, he recognized the voice immediately. “Ethan.” Ethan stepped out of the shadows - tall, smirking, broad shoulders, light blue eyes that glowed like the oceans, dressed in tailored black with a silver chain around his wrist that gleamed as he moved. “It's been forever,” Ethan said, casually glancing at the photos. “She's beautiful, you always had a taste for dangerous things.”

Ethan felt his heart thudding hard in his chest as if it wanted to burst its way out of his chest and leave him a bloody mess on the floor. "It looks like someone else killed them, not the Echo Wraith," he murmured as he examined their wounds. It looks deep and round just like someone stabbed them with a rod or perhaps a blade. Whoever it was had a lot of strength and determination. And a good amount of patience too. It almost seems like whoever killed them knew precisely what to do and why. He stood up, ignoring the pain that shot through his leg and walked past the corpses to the kitchen, which was also completely empty. The house looked just as it did before. No signs of destruction. No